Almost at the same time, Feng Chenglin collided with the two swords of Xuan Wubao, both of them looked here.

In an instant, Fengcheng Lin Jia was about to split.

"Do not!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Xuan Wubao's mouth.

"ended!"

After an oversight, Feng Chenglin's profound energy burst out, and he suddenly ran into Ling Luoyu.

"Three Masters..."

In the horrified roar, he couldn't take care of the Wubao Xuan who was culling from behind.

In mid-air, the long sword in Xuan Wubao's hand was raised high and pierced against Feng Chenglin's back.

At this moment, Ling Luoyu, who had been motionless, suddenly raised his hand.

"boom!"

A black stream of light was released from her palm.

The soul blade burst out of the sky.

Feng Chenglin's pupils suddenly shrank.

Ling Luoyu's soul blade turned out to be in his direction.

After a moment of shock, the soul blade flew past his ear.

"Wow!"

Instinctively, Feng Chenglin turned his head in shock.

Behind him, the soul blade pierced and smashed the Xuan Wubao with tyrannical force.

As soon as he saw the soul blade, the long sword in Xuan Wubao's hand that pierced Feng Chenglin flew around, trying to block the soul blade.

Knowing that the wrist has not had time to turn, the soul blade has already broken out.

"puff!"

The soul blade flew out from behind him with blood.

Blood splashes.

"Well!"

In the muffled sound, Xuan Wubao fell to the ground in embarrassment and knelt on the ground with a "bang", with blood gurgling from his mouth.

He looked down at his chest in disbelief, then looked at Ling Luoyu, he couldn't believe it.

"you"

Ling Luoyu still maintained the action of shooting, a pair of eyes swirling with blue luster.

Opposite her, the silver-haired lady also kept the movement of piercing Ling Luoyu's heart just now, strangely motionless.

Feng Chenglin froze, did not dare to step forward, his eyes fixed on the two people.

Their bodies are almost sticking together, and no one knows what happened.

Everyone can only see the blood dripping between the two bodies.

One drop, one drop, one drop...

After Xuan Wubao died, the people in white clothes around seemed to have lost the leader, and they all stopped unconsciously.

Far above the flying beast, Xin Kai sensed that something was wrong, and he drove the beast galloping over.

"lady!?"

The flying beast sank to the ground, raising dust.

The hair of Ling Luoyu and Mrs. Silver-haired fluttered all over the sky at that moment, black and white intertwined, mysterious and beautiful.

While the hair was spinning, the bodies of the two people also slowly separated.

The silver-haired lady's dagger indeed hurt Ling Luoyu, but it was her left hand.

At the moment of the electric light flint, Ling Luoyu's left hand suddenly grabbed the dagger.

The dagger was sharp and cut her palm.

However, although the palm was injured, the blood dripping from the ground was not hers.

In the silver-haired lady, a blood hole is clearly visible.

On the edge of the hole, there are obvious burn marks.

If it hadn't been for the trauma to seal the blood vessels with fire, the silver-haired lady at this time might have lost blood and died.

Ling Luoyu held the silver-haired lady's dagger in his left hand and stepped back.

Turning his right hand, the soul blade flew and fell on the palm.

"lady"

Xin Kaicang jumped down Feiju in panic, his face changed drastically.

The place where the silver-haired lady was injured was Dantian.

Injury in this position is definitely not a good thing.

The silver-haired lady suddenly raised her hand and drank Xin Kai.

"Go away!"

Xin Kaisheng stopped and dared not go forward.

Taking a deep breath, the silver-haired lady looked at her wound.

The moment the two of them touched each other physically, she felt something was wrong.

At that moment, Ling Luoyu burst into power.